The tentacles wounded up my small tits and reached my nipples. "Mmm, you know what I need, Shadow."The demon snarled, his breath hot on my naked pussy.... The tentacles parted my labia, spreading my flesh open. His tongue licked, starting at my clit and slipping all the way up to my asshole. I gasped in delight, my clit sparking with pleasure. I loved the way his tongue could caress every part of my pussy at once.One of his tentacles pushed inside my pussy as his tongue worked into my asshole. I. As she looked round she saw that although the room was dark, it was luxurious compared with her cell in the Convent. There was a thin carpet on the floor, instead of bare stones; a bed with a thin mattress on it was there, rather than the pallet on the hard floor, and a small prie-dieu against the wall beside the window. She even had a pillow, and two blankets.She was curious about the other door in the room, and opened it to find a small toilet with a hand basin. This was a far cry from. She opened the door, and for a second, she thought that she had gone into the wrong room. Then, she recognized the back and ass as Jett, and realized that it was him plowing into a petite redhead like it was his last day on earth. Her eyes widened and she started to back out, when she stopped. A familiar tingling in her clit had her staying motionless and watching the erotic scene before her. "Jett, hmm, oh, yes...Jett! Jett!" The redhead climaxed and started shaking beneath him while Jett. So all good, until, "There is he is, that's him sorr!"If people want to identify me, it's usually bad. I tried to ignore it.Maybe if I focused on my hand it would turn out I wasn't "he", and Iwouldn't look guilty in the bargain.But the voice continued, and footsteps got closer and closer across thesaloon floor."I told you sorr, that's him isn't it? The Pensacola Kid? I get my cut?"This didn't sound good. I looked round. I looked up. And up some more.There was a short guy, looked like a miner in.